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Maltose in Grandma’s hand

Someone asked, “What is happiness?” Actually, I don’t know. At the age of five, I was naive to think that happiness is the maltose in my grandmother’s hands; It was the roasted corn Grandpa put on the table; It’s a toy my mother brought home; It’s a colorful card from my dad. At that time. …